Watching Toddlers and Tiaras, predicting what houses they will join and making fun of the GDIs who have no hope. TSM.

Barbie wants to be me. TSM.

Never looking at price tags. TSM.

Side-part. TSM.

Elle Woods is my idol. TSM.

Since my fratdaddy introduced me to Yurman, Tiffany’s just doesn’t seem to satisfy me anymore. TSM.

Sorry that I like Duke because I’m not white trash. TSM.

If you can be ready to leave the house in thirty minutes, you probably shouldn’t be leaving the house at all. TSM.

It’s Nordstrom. Not Nordstrom’s. TSM.

No GDI, I don’t want to take your flyer. TSM.

Not needing to go on a spring break crash diet. TSM.

I have never painted my nails black. TSM.

Having perfect penmanship and grammar to match. TSM.

It’s not the grades you make, it’s the cookies you bake. TSM.

Getting double takes on a regular basis. TSM.

“Can you drop me off at the back door?” TSM.

There is no greater feeling than leaving a gdi in Facebook friend purgatory. TSM.

Wine and craft night. TSM.

That’s Klassy, with a K. TSM.

Always being referred to as the “hot one.” TSM.